Tip Lover Prints

'I never get tipped!'

Where Indian ink came from.

That lovely summer day, Little Red Riding Hood decided to deviate from the script.

Cleaner dusting under man's toupee.

'Yeah, you have lips like Mick Jagger ... ok, back to the teleconference.'

"It's right here… Nov. 29th, 1981, at Elaine's… twelve percent."

"Do we need change? That's a $100 bill for a $53 check, Mr. Presumptuous."

"Tip my boy."

'I'm still working on the mystery of how to make a decent living with a tip jar.'

Not that one. It's got the chips in it.

"Isn't it enough we tip well? Must we also like him on Facebook and follow him on Twitter?"

"Your Honor, Mr. Jones is a waiter and claims he thought the $75,000 in stolen bank funds were left for a tip."

Our specials today include salad and dessert. Tip and service are NOT included.

'You're right, I did overtip. Well, we'll just stiff someone at the next place.'

"It was a lovely holiday. The chips crispy and delicious, the ice cream cornets were to die for, the only downside being, the hostility of the humans, who were reluctant to share their sustenance."

Thanks for the tip. Come again!

'Thanks, Sis, but I think it's my turn to leave the stealth tip.'

"I'll always love you just the way I am."

"We're sending you to a specialist in Holland. The Dutch, as you know, are experts on tulips."

Tip responsibly

"All our ingredients are ethically sourced, so feel free to leave the sh*ttiest tip you can possibly imagine."

"I mostly rely on a collection of weird tips I've found on the internet."

Tip Responsibly

'Gentlemen, my card! I'm a lawyer.'

'Owner's kid. Gets paid under the table.'

'Dad, I've decided to make some money to supplement my allowance.' 'Good for you. Got a little mowing job?' 'Nope. A tip jar. And oh by the way, 15 to 20 percent is customary.'

"My business plan? Well, all my friends are addicted, so if I can get access to potatoes and set up a deep fryer, I'll be rich!"

"I have a better idea! Let's squeeze the apple and ferment the juice!"

"Thank you, sir. I see you're not hopelessly liberal."

"I'm drinking far too much. Last Saturday night I overindulged and left a 500 dollar tip."

"OY! You trying to nick my chips?"

I remember your lousy tip. Enjoy MY trickle-down theory.'

"Sir? Which one is the chip tree?"

"You can have my doggie bag as a tip."

'Just give him the tip, Harold.'